I somehow doubt it though. They are predicting another Clinton will be in the White House in 2008. If she is, it will not be with my vote.SERMON/SOAP ...OXI guess the message I would like to get across it that an individual can make a difference, IF that person is persistent enough and is willing to stand up for what they believe in.Parts of this story are true. It did not happen like it was written. That would be way too boring to be interesting. As much as I would have liked for it to be, I did. My nipples throbbed and sparkled in tune, and every nerve ending in my body was set ablaze with the most pleasurable sensations I had ever felt. I screamed and shook, and I could feel my juices gush from my pussy. “Yes!” Cordelia exclaimed, finger-fucking her sweet plum in a frenzy. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Slut!” Writhing and trembling in Natalia’s strong grasp, I came and came. She didn’t let up with her fucking, and while I lost almost all control of my body in the throes of my passion, her strong. ‘Okay, Tarzan.’ I breathed, ‘You don’t want to wake the landlord.’ ‘I wouldn’t have to if my love would come with me to his costume party.’ He retorted back sarcastically. ‘Yeah, I’m sure baby. Have fun.’ I let out a small giggle, ‘But, what’s with the loafers?’ Marcus looked down and scoffed. ‘They were the only thing that really went with the loincloth. I’ll be damned if I walk out in some flip-flops in fifty degree weather.’ ‘Well you look good baby, damn good.’ I emphasized the last words. ." you say, short of breath in your panic."Breathe."A deep breath brings a bit more calm."My name's Trinity." She smiles at you. "As for what... we don't know. Are you Tony Marshall?" Yes!" you say. You don't seem capable of reacting at all rationally. Given the circumstances, though, you're not exactly blaming yourself for that.Her eyes seem to go away from you, as if they were analyzing this little tidbit for a moment. Then they come back. "Tony, we don't know for certain why you're like.